“You cannot see inside without receiving an invitation of membership. You could attend one of the Friday assemblies during the Season if someone in your family who is a member invites you as their guest.” Mrs. Renshaw looked to Gregory, and while there was nothing provocative about her gaze, he still felt entranced. “I suppose you’d have to rely on Lord Gregory, since he is a member.”

“We could, but it would be ever so much more efficient if we had our own membership,” Susan said sweetly. “Is there anything we should do to indicate our interest?”

“I think you’ve done that.” Mrs. Renshaw’s tone and expression were both wry. “If the membership committee wishes to invite you to join, they will.”

Susan smiled widely—and insincerely by Gregory’s estimation. “I have to believe a good word from you would ensure our success.”

Mrs. Renshaw lifted a shoulder. “I don’t suppose it would hurt.”

The butler entered then and announced dinner. Gregory turned to Mrs. Renshaw. “May I escort you into dinner?”

She put her hand on his arm. “That would be lovely, thank you.”

Because of their rank, Gregory’s brother and his wife went first. That suited Gregory just fine. He leaned his head toward Mrs. Renshaw’s. “My apologies for Lady Witney.” Whispering as near to her ear as he dared, he employed what she’d taught him about flirting. He would normally never have moved so close.

Mrs. Renshaw turned her head, surprise or something similar flickering in her eyes. “Careful, or you’re going to spend the rest of your life apologizing for her.”

As they moved forward, he kept his body close to hers. She smelled of flowers and spice, and the scent was wholly intoxicating. “Unless I can find a way to avoid her presence.” He continued to speak in a low tone. “I’d planned to remain at Witney Court through the holidays, but I now wonder if I ought to return to London.” He tipped his head toward her. “When are you returning to town?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “In January. The Creightons were kind enough to invite me for the holidays.”

Then he didn’t want to leave either. “You present a compelling reason to stay,” he said with a smile.

She hesitated, then spoke measuredly. “Please don’t make your decisions based on me.”

“I’m flirting,” he murmured. “How am I doing?”

They entered the dining room, and she sent him an amused glance. “Well enough that I was completely ensnared.”